I Resist Crying Before Anyone, Not Because I Fear It Shows Them My Vulnerable Side And That They'd Manage

I resist crying before anyone, not because I fear it shows them my vulnerable side and that they'd manage to develop a hold on me. But because crying my heart out, will depict me, in my rawest form. The form that my mother witnessed when I was a kid, and turned to her to complain of the world. The form that my father witnessed when he disciplined me after I rebelled. It was a luxury I gave them- a right over me. They deserved to see me that way, and never once have I regretted crying before them, even if it was for the dumbest reason ever! Do we find such energy in people now? To love our rawest form, and never contemplate over the rationality of our actions?

There is so much beautiful with the people who maintain an air of individuality, and appreciate each quality, awkwardness, frankness, silences and concerts, books and swords. I feel it is how natural unrefined people are- haphazard, random, unsorted, yet still fitting perfectly, a little in you, a little in me.

It has been so easy,

to pass through it all,

the happy, the sad,

the high and the fall.

I've bared all parts,

the tears and smiles,

Since the first time we talked,

we have already crossed miles.

That wicked mind,

has been class apart,

the play pretend dumbness,

closest to my heart.

The inside jokes,

I've always laughed on,

Have made me happier,

Even after you're gone.

Wish I could ever,

say this out aloud,

you are the prettiest rainbow,

in my life shaped of cloud.

On that wide endless highway,

and barren, unknown land,

a tattered, bruised, broken soul,

Offered me his hand.

For once, I thought I am the savior,

to take him away to a sea,

But whoever he was waiting for,

I realised it wasn't me.

Sometimes we are just carriers,

to fetch and drop people off,

So when we learn we were used,

I believe, there's nothing to hate or scoff.

The worst mistake one can make as a human is not keep backup of everyone in their life.

Argue with me over the beauty of old pictures. I find nothing more beautiful than those still evidences of moments, that hold so much story behind. They don't just capture scenes, but also the warmth the hearts held while someone smiled huge at the camera. The fact that when you look at them now, you feel the same emotions you did while those pictures were captured. Like a virtual time travel, that needs no complicated technology.